Date: Fri, 21 Aug 2009 12:12:26 +0100
From: Matt Buck <matt_v_jellicle@hotmail.com>
Subject: Descent, Chapter 1B

Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional in that it never happened. Any
likeness to real events is entirely coincidental. The characters are from
my imagination.

Story by mattbuck (matt_v_jellicle@hotmail.com). Comments, suggestions and
(constructive) criticism always welcome. I'll be writing the main Descent
story sometime, which features James and his girlfriend Sarah.

More stories can be found on my website.
http://mattbuck.irongalaxy.com
http://mattbuck007.livejournal.com

MM, oral, piss

      The first thing I noticed when I opened the door to the bathroom was
that the room didn't smell of flowers. That was unusual - there was
apparently someone on the corridor who liked scented shampoo, though that
was odd as it was a boys-only corridor.  The bathrooms at uni, at least on
the corridors, were unisex, but I was fairly certain that the only women
who had used this particular bathroom this year were whoever the guys were
fucking.

      The next thing I noticed was the warmth. That was somewhat welcome -
say what you like about university accommodation (shit for food, rubbish
pillows), the radiators in the bathrooms were pretty good. There was
however someone who kept opening the window - in fact I was in a battle
with them, because if the window was left open then the room quickly froze,
taking the tiled floor with it. When the room was hot, then the floor was
pleasantly warm to walk on barefoot.

      The door to the first toilet showed engaged, so I went to the other
one, which was ajar, and pushed it open fully. Each bathroom in hall had
two toilets, two showers and an actual bath, except the disabled ones,
which this one wasn't.

      There was however a naked guy sitting on the toilet.

      To be accurate, James was sitting naked on the toilet, right up
against the cistern, with his hands behind his back.

      I looked down at his feet. Nope, not a single stitch of clothing.

      "Oh, sorry." I said, quickly backing out and pulling on the door,
intending to go to another corridor and use the bathroom there, but he put
his foot out and kept the door open.

      "James?"

      "Hi Matt," he replied, "need a piss?"

      I took a closer look, at his face, and saw something caked on it in
strings.

      "What are you doing?"

      "Sarah handcuffed me here to be a toilet for whoever comes in."

      "Oh." Now I came to notice it, the small cubicle didn't smell of
flowers but of piss, and his torso was glistening slightly. For that
matter... well, I half tried not to look, but he had a wet cock. A hard,
wet cock. A nice long, hard, fat, wet cock.

      Oh yeah, I should probably tell you I'm bi.

      "And has anyone come in?"

      "Jack and Sam - Jack pissed on me, and Sam did the same but got a
blowjob after."

      "Oh. Was it fun?"

      "Oh yeah," he said, grinning. "So come on, you want it too?"

      "What's Sarah doing while you're stuck here?"

      "She's out shopping. She set up a couple of webcams to watch me." He
indicated the ceiling - I looked up and saw a gap in the tiles there, with
a small red light.
      "Right."

      "So? Blowjob?"

      I turned around and walked out, leaving the door wide open. I went
back to my room. I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity - I thought
James was pretty hot, and it would be a lie to say I'd never thought of him
in a sexual way, but I wasn't willing to do it straight off.

      For one my trousers didn't have a fly.

      I quickly pushed my trousers off, followed swiftly by my t-shirt,
leaving them in a pile on the floor. Then I took my dressing gown (black
and soft) from the hook on the door and pulled it on. Pick up my keys from
the desk and I was ready, or at least I assumed I was - I'd never
encountered naked people chained to toilets before, so I couldn't be
sure. Still, I walked out the door and locked it behind me - no use risking
someone nicking my stuff if I was going to be occupied for a while.

      I walked back to the bathroom, opened the door as quietly as I could,
and sidled in, at first trying to keep out of sight of James, until I saw
his door had been pulled to again.

      I let the door bang behind me, but didn't go straight to him. Instead
I dumped my dressing gown behind the door of the bath room, waited a
minute, then pushed open the door to the cubicle.

      James hadn't moved, not that I'd really expected him to, though his
cock was slightly less hard now. Unlike mine, which was aching at the
thought of what was coming.

      "Hello again Matt," he said, looking me up and down.

      "Hello again James," I replied, shutting and locking the door behind
me - I didn't want to be disturbed.

      "So..."

      I undid the button on the fly of my boxers and shuffled forward a
foot or two - someone had helpfully removed the "feminine hygiene products"
bin - and let my cock out right in his face. He got the idea and leant
forward, taking the tip into his mouth. That first moment when a hot mouth
engulfs you is always exquisite, and this time more so than most, since I
hadn't ever got that far with a guy before. That and he was good at it.
The chain of his handcuffs clanked against the metal pipe as he leant
further forward and took more of my cock into his mouth. I tell a lie - he
wasn't good, he was very good - the feel of his tongue wrapped around my
head made me moan and wish I could lean back to just enjoy it without
having to put so much effort into standing up.

      "Don't be so gentle," I hissed, immediately rewarded with a good hard
suck. "Use your teeth."

      There were other things I rather wished he could use - his hands. I
love the feel of nails scratching at my chest, the pain is just enough that
it's pleasurable. That being said, I quite liked him tied up. He was using
his feet though - they were gently stroking the inside of my ankles. I put
one hand on his shoulder, and the other on the back of his head, pushing
him down further until I could feel him resisting. He made a sort of
grunting noise as I moved that hand down to his chest, pinching his left
nipple. His teeth dragged along my cock from base to tip, just verging on
the border of too painful right at the tip but still oh so good. It was
dirty, it was rough, it was strangely anonymous - he wasn't so much James
as some blowjob machine/urinal. Frankly it was fucking great.

      I have to say, it was the best blowjob I'd ever received - my
girlfriend of the time had a nice pussy and great hands, but wasn't too
good with her mouth. The smells made it better to my mind - I loved the
smell of people who hadn't showered for a few days, and James was clearly
one of those people. The smell of piss as well was incredible - filling my
nose with its smell, and my mind with the knowledge that that smell was
coming not just from the stuff on the floor, which had made my footsteps
splash slightly, but from the naked guy in front of me who had two other
guys' piss on him, plus possibly his own and his girlfriend's. I'd have
asked but then he'd have had to take his mouth off my cock, and I was too
high on the pleasure to let him do that.

      In fact I was getting about as high as I could go, and I was becoming
more vocal, moaning as his tongue dragged over the head, making some sort
of high pitched noise I can't describe onomatopoeically when he sucked. My
hands went to the back of his head, and my hips bucked, my cock going in
and out, his hot wet mouth with its busy tongue that was driving me higher
and higher and higher.

      Orgasm.

      I grunted as I came, my cock still in his mouth receiving his magic
tongue work for the first shot before I pulled out, using a hand to pull
back my foreskin and spray his face with ropes of white cum, adding to what
I assumed was Sam's, the knowledge that this mouth had serviced us both
making it all the more intense.

      I slumped as I finished, breathing heavily and leaning against the
wall behind James. He took my cock back into his mouth, giving me a gentle
tonguing as I came down from the most intense blowjob-related orgasm I'd
ever experienced. I could tell from James's eyes that he wanted more, and I
relaxed as best I could, feeling that slight insistence on my crotch that
told me I needed to piss. I'd never been much for urinals, and having a
naked boy in front of me didn't help, so I just closed my eyes and let my
head fall back. I could hear voices outside the window, several floors
below at the main entrance, and then... there: I could feel the first of
the piss making its way from my bladder towards my cock, a sort of
prickling sensation. Then it was making its way along my cock and I knew
that it wouldn't be stopping. I opened my eyes and looked down as the
prickling sensation reached the sensitive tip of my cock and I started
pissing in a guy's mouth.

      "Don't swallow."

      I didn't care for him drinking my piss, I wanted to... yes, his mouth
filled to bursting with my piss, it flowed down his chin and fell in a
stream, landing and spattering on the very front of the loo seat, some
falling to the floor, joining the already large puddle I was standing
in. My cock was surrounded by my piss, and inside a warm mouth - it was
hard to imagine how it could get any better. He leant further forward so he
could lean his head back, so instead of dripping off his chin my
overflowing piss ran down his neck and over his chest, through his pubes to
drip drip drip from his balls to the yellow water in the bowl.

      I felt my stream begin to wane, so backed away a half step, letting
my piss fall directly onto his crotch until the last few drops fell
straight to the floor while he sat there with his mouth still full of
piss. I leant forward and touched my lips to his, tasting myself on his
lips, one hand moving down to grope his hot wet cock. It felt good in my
hand, but now was not the time. I pulled back and pushed my wet cock back
inside my boxers, where it left a wet stain on the orange fabric. I looked
down at James, his mouth now empty.

      "Tell Sarah I'll want a copy of that video," I said as I opened the
cubicle and walked out, leaving it ajar. I picked up my dressing gown, but
instead of putting it on just hung it over an arm and walked out of the
bathroom door.


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